Reed sighed, his fingers massaging his temple as he leaned back in his rolling chair, the weight of the day settling into his bones. The lab was quiet, save for the soft hum of machinery, but his eyes remained fixed on the glass cell that sat at the center of the room. The large, transparent box was anchored firmly to the floor by metal plates, making it nearly impossible to move. Its only entrance was a door that required a scan of Reed’s eye to unlock—one of his many security precautions that had served him well over the years.

Everything in the room was routine, handled with the ease of someone who knew the space intimately. Everything except for one thing.

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They’d made the mistake of trying to stir up trouble in the city, and in their arrogance, had unwittingly walked right into one of Reed’s carefully laid traps. Now, they were confined to the glass cell.